How I'd want to, he said. Me too. I unhook a button and a bit of thread prevents me from moving lasciviously. And his impatience is irritating to me. He rips my blouse off and licks my neck. His tongue is harsh and I shudder. Nobody can ...you as good as I can, he whispers and he seems to be convinced of it. While we are at it, I hear a bee buzzing. Wtf? I wonder, head slamming against the headboard convincingly. Up and down, up and down. The bed creaks, the bee buzzes and we are at it. I count the folds of the curtain. There aren't many of them. He does it for 14 folds. Slowly counted.
(Translated by Jessica-Polixenia-Cristiana Copilaș / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In December 2022, the group has 9,880 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
